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Denial

I am going to be the Queen of Denial....

I am going to pretend that the dog isn't trying to eat me.
I am going to imagine that my children are joyfully completing their schoolwork.
I am going to pretend that my toddler is an obedient angel who would never tease the dog until it bites her.

I am going to imagine that dinner will be a five-course meal which every diner will consume happily and praise profusely. I will pretend that the house is immaculate, the laundry is all done and put away, and the bills are all paid. It will be no trouble to put any of the offspring to bed, and there will be peace to read my Bible.

Really, is it all just too much to ask?

Well, at least there's nothing wrong with my imagination....

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  1. BettyFebruary 3, 2009 at 7:53 PM

    All sounds like a great fairy tale of which I choose to live in my fantasy world much the same...

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